Cats Relish in Shiny Things

I miss Her;

he kissed Her

I guess it was for goodbye.

I should’ve realized

from the devious sparks igniting his eyes

Unaware he was a kidnapper

No idea he’d be a sinned-snatcher

he snatched HER

attacked HER

showed no mercy as he bound and grasped Her.

If these walls could talk before all four

surely have severed speech shocked into muteness;

the mutilation of a pure princess pounded down the Great Hierarchy into peasant acuteness.

This is the present now that Crown was stolen a season ago

but what present? for his sin left no gift;

it was a blessing what I’d been endowed and allowed for so long

now all I have is my sanity left.

I miss Her.

I wish Her.

She was my prize, my everything;

She I would’ve never recklessly abandoned ‘til handed me

was a wedding ring

because cats love and relish in shiny things.

I was Her, she was me;

my Dignity, my Sanctity, my Purity

my Virginity.

I was Her caretaker, Her nurturer, Her protector, Her mother;

A lioness, a guttural growl groaned from the grottos of my throat,

grill glaring as I hovered,

guarding my baby cat against predators’ appetites attempting to love Her.

A stray feline with an intangible kitten in tow;

I gave ownership to no one, strength for Her protection kept my eyes aglow.

Cats cherish shiny things,

but only dull trash was constant within my manicured grasp

until the day a kleptomaniac-curiosity snatched my cub and killed my kitten

because of a mirage, a glimmer of hope that molested my focus to sparkle from my past.

I should’ve left it at

How ya doin’

I should’ve left it at I love open mic’ night too and

I should’ve let him have

his chosen other;

I should’ve never sought him back, seduced and stolen from her.

I should’ve never reignited my desire,

re-lighted the blackened match I scavenged for thru the trash of the past,

I should’ve run away from fire,

as he slowly drowned me in gas

like some shower shit

but with unforced lips I devoured it;

I thought the gasoline shower meant

he was burning us both with his passion,

later I learned

third degree burns